New Happiness, Begins
The Part 30

The men took the money and left. David sat himself in one of the chairs and scratched the skin under the cast. He was forced to scissor most of his work pants, throw his left knee-length to make room for a cast. His ankles were still occasionally throbbing and his itching was for mercy. He took out a ballpoint pen from his shirt pocket and slipped it under a cast to scratch. He moved the ball up and down, but could not reach the part that drove him crazy. And as he pulled out the ballpoint pen, the lid got stuck inside.

"Damn."

The door opened and Kendall stood there. The woman looks very.competent in a lab coat, very sexy.

"What are you doing here? Besides paying my patients," asked Kendall sourly.

David saw the red edge of Kendall's eyes... Still allergic or crying fiancee unfaithful?

"I, uh. came over to ask if the doctor could give me a lotion or some other medicine for my itching, and I wanted to apologize, and, because the group that went to Atlanta forgot to bring a new gas line for your car" David replied. "And to say that we are very grateful to have agreed to help take care of the development of the clinic application while here."

"I told you, I don't have any more interesting activities until my car is repaired" Kendall said, gesturing to her quiet waiting room.

"What about me and my itch?" ask David expectantly.

"I have the cure" Kendall admitted. "Excuse me a minute."

It disappeared from view. It then reappeared in the doorway after a while. "This must work." He held out a wire hanger to David, then sniffed into the air. "Maybe you'd better stop polishing wintergreen oil, because you might be allergic." He showed a bland smile. "Will I tell you when the application letter is over and I'm sure you'll keep telling me about my car?"

"Sure," murmured David.

"Good day, Mr. Booker." Kendall shut the door and the fun in the room was gone.

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Kendall sneezed hard and held back the curse. Although he tried to stay indoors with the windows closed, his allergies continued to deteriorate within the week. Whatever the trigger, it must have seeped into the dormitory and his body and nasal cleaning fluid and anthistamines were unable to fight his allergies. It's a shame that he can't treat himself.

The benefit of being confined to a practice site over the past few days is that he doesn't have to interact with David.

Kendall frowned.

And the worst result of being confined to a practice site over the last few days was that he didn't have to interact with David.

Kendall rubbed her watery eyes and wiped her nose, then threw her crumpled tissue into the trash, at the top of another pile of sheets. Because his head was dizzy, he was a bit slow to work on the application submission, but it was almost done. Without a paid male patient in the waiting room, her busyness was limited to taking care of the needs of the women who were mostly exposed to insect bites and migraines.

Also this allergy that never goes away.

He sneezed again and groaned feeling the pressure in his red sinuses. The rumbling of the big trucks coming in and the rising noise outside caught his attention. He stood up and looked out the window. Two giant eighteen-wheeled trailer trucks carrying objects similar to buildings wrapped in plastic, crept past the dormitory. Kendall smiled and her heart beat faster. The parts of the clinic's skeleton have arrived.

Then he reminded himself, not his clinic. There was no reason to feel happy because he saw the progress of building in the place he was going to leave. David rode the ATV, driving these trucks to their destination. Unexpectedly, his heart rate increased even faster. Kendall straightened up and moved away from the window, feeling really languished. He must leave this place.

Stay away from that guy.

Kendall rubbed her eyes and cleaned her snot, then ransacked the desk drawer to look for more anthistamines.

The knock on the door distracts her, definitely Khloe, who may have finished sorting and pricing in the inventory list Kendall had collected for the clinic. After that, he had no other duties for the woman.

The door opened and Kendall flinched. Kristofer stood there with a haughty smile on his face in a gray beard. His pungent body odor even penetrated Kendall's swollen nostrils. "Hey, Doc."

"Hello," Kendall replied, watch out. "What can I do, Kris?"

"I came to help you instead" Kristofer said, nodding after looking at Kendall's trash bin full of tissue. He walked up to the desk, reached into the pocket of his work pants and took out a plastic bag full of black objects. He stretched it out to Kendall and when the woman hesitated, she began to shake the pouch. "Get it, it's homemade sweet root candy."

Confusedly Kendall picked up the pouch, observing the dark chewy piece of candy inside.

"It's an original product" Kristofer explained. "Made from cinnamon, unlike factory-made so-called licorice candy." He smiled widely. "For your allergy. I noticed yesterday your allergies got worse."

Kendall's body stiffened. "I'm sure it'll stop."

"certain. But it got worse first through November when the cold weather first, only then improved."

Kristofer's big smile made Kendall riled up. "Thank you Kris, but I treated my allergy with a tested drug."

"If it's tested, why doesn't it work?"

Kendall sticks her tongue to the inner cheek.

"The candy must help you," urged Kristofer, "and it tastes pretty good, at least I think."

"Thank you." said Kendall, putting the bag in the farthest corner of the writing desk.

"Thank you again" Kristofer said, though his tone implied that he knew Kendall would not try his hand at drugs. Kristofer touched the tip of the hat, then walked out of the practice room and closed the door.

Kendall managed to hold off the sneeze until the door closed, then burst into a tissue three times in a row, before finally slumping into the chair. He frowned at the bag of candy, then clamped it with two fingers and put it in the bottom drawer of the writing table.

There's another knock. Kendall sighs, hoping the man who claimed to be the doctor did not return or one of David's paid patients.

"Lake in."

The door opened and there was Molly Manroe, shoulder to shoulder, with her square face expressionless. "At the right time, Doctor Jenner?"

"No" answered Kendall. "Let's enter. What can I do for you, Ms. Manroe?"

"Call me, Molly." He closed the door, then raised his hand, palm facing up. "These veins are not healing."

Kendall hesitates. "David Booker give you money to come here?"

"What?"

"Did he pay you to come here for treatment?"

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